OLIVIA
“Eight years now,” Dante said easily, his gaze settling on me as he spoke.
Lilian nodded slowly, her expression unreadable, but I could tell she was processing the information. I narrowed my eyes, studying her carefully.
She had been this curious about people but it felt different this time. Did she like Marcelle? He had casually offered to drive her home that night we drank together. Was something going on?
I decided to test the waters.
“What happened to him, anyway?” I asked. “Why did he leave New York? He seems like the type of brilliant lawyer who would have a massive firm and a skyline office by now.”
Lilian pretended to eat but her ears were practically stretching out. I could feel the intensity radiating from her and she was fully invested in this conversation.
Dante
